Posted by: thugged out March 10, 2006
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Aight son, be ready for mah cut, nahmean. Here goes:
nigga, I gots me a glock be ready tuh dive
coz imma find yuh, ain't afraid of yuh knife
gots em ar-15's, ak-47's all cocked n' ready
who yuh think yuh be nigga, slim shady?
marshall, yuh ain't no nigga from da ghetto
get real son, yuh can't even spell potato
yuh a thug? Bitch please, yuh sound lahk a wanksta
relax, eat a sandwich, coz yuh ain't no gangsta
real thugs love watermelons n frahd chickens
ain't no thug be soundin' like he luv readin' charles dickens
nigga please, yuh can't even hold a gun
yuh prolly get burned when ya soak up da sun
nigga yuh sound like a pansyass sissy metrosexual
fo sheezy me neezy, yuh ain't no heterosexual
mess wid a playa and yuh'll get a concussion
coz yuh demise fo' shizzle be a foregone conclusion
imma mess wid yo head n' eat yuh brain fo' breakfast
and spit it out and send it all da way tuh belfast
decapitation, torture, been dere dun dat
go home to yo' mammy yuh wussy lil twat
coz if yuh mess wid a pimp
yuh gonna be a gimp
for ever and ever
and ever and ever
peace.